My older brother died many years ago when he caught a ride home with an acquaintance at a party who was drunk. This driver missed a turn. I was all of seventeen at the time and the scars I carry from that reality are permanently burned upon my heart. I am aware of how precious life is in a way many don’t always realize. I can remember making a promise to live my life for “two” from that moment on, but my problem was I wasn’t living my life for even “one” at the time.
Fast forward to my reality now and I ask myself this question, “am I living my life out to keep the promise I made in those teenage years?” Not yet is what I have concluded, but I am not without an understanding I am well on my way to keeping that promise in full and more so.
For every moment I can encourage another, help another, love another, laugh with another, cry with another than my life is not the selfishness of living for “one”.